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Understanding my own self, understanding my own pain, my own isolation, was my greatest teacher.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

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Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

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For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

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I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

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My father loves my mother.

My mother took my temperature.

My mother took my temperature.

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My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

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